THE CONTENT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OR STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING:
.NON-CONSENSUAL BEHAVIOR
. SEXUAL VIOLENCE
. SEXUAL ABUSE
. SELF MEDICATION
Angelina got home shaken up after Nathaniel displayed at the cafe. She was scared. The look Nathaniel gave her was scary. Angelina showered, calming herself with the cold shower. Age went to the wardrobe to pick a dress. The closet was filled with expensive clothes, shoes, bags, and stuff, and Angelina felt uncomfortable whenever she had to wear them.
Angelina preferred the Monday thrift clothes she purchased at the local store, the oversized sweater, skirts, and shirts.
Angelina noticed some of her underclothes were missing, especially used ones, and had always been replaced by a new set of underwear. She didn't know who to ask. Angelina dismissed the thought that wanted to fill her head as she changed into a simple gown.
Angelina went downstairs, parading while she waited for him. He had warned her not to stay for him or expect anything from him, but she didn't know what he would do when he got home. He was pretty angry then.
Her phone beeped in a message,
6:50 pm
Bell:
Are you okay?
Angelina slumped on the sofa, looking at the message as she massaged her temple. Was she okay?
Angelina sighed, typing a response back to her friend.
6:55 pm
Angie:
I'm okay, thank you.
And immediately, another text entered.
6:55 pm
Bell:
Are you sure?
6:56 pm
Bell:
Is he maltreating you?
6:57 pm
Bell:
Is he treating you right?
6:59 pm
Bell:
Angie! Please respond to me, and I'm getting anxious here. His outburst earlier was really intense.
7:05 pm
Bell:
I'm sorry. Please, if you get the time, do respond.
7:10 pm
Bell:
And…
7:11 pm
Bell:
I'm always here for you.
7:12 pm
Bell:
Just a call away :)
Angelina smiled sadly. What could she say? This was nothing to what she had been through.
7:55 pm
Angie:
Thank you.
Angelina responded and dropped her phone on the sofa. She held her head, feeling it throb from stress and tiredness. She stood up and went to the first aid box, took two paracetamol pills, and plopped them down.
Around an hour after using paracetamol, she noticed the headache was gone, but her stomach started to pain her like small sharp stones poking her inside. She groaned painfully, went to the kitchen, and took instant noodles, eating them raw on her empty stomach. After the breakfast she had eaten, she didn't take lunch, only drank a small coffee at the cafe.
As Angelina came out of the kitchen, munching the uncooked noodles, the front door was yanked open, and two men stumbled inside.
Angelina stood frozen on her steps as she watched Nicholas helping a drunk Nathaniel inside.
"We arrived home," Nicholas breathed out.
"ehn!" Nathaniel mumbled, pushing Nicholas away as he stumbled towards Angelina and crushed her in a bear hug. "My angel!" he murmured, grinning as he roamed his hands on her body, making sure she was the one. He then turned to Nicholas, "she's my real angel!"
"Yeah, I know." Nicholas nodded, facing Angelina, who was confused. "Sorry for the trouble, my friend here has drunk himself to spur," he explained, "he just couldn't stop mentioning your name that he needed to see you," Nicholas hurled his friend up to see his room.
This was the first time Angelina stepped into his room, which was dark. No illumination of light or moon was entering. Nicholas grunted, bringing out his phone on-ed the flashlight. She went to the nightstand and on-ed the bed lamp.
"Get me, my angel," he slurred while Angelina and Nicholas dropped him on his bed.
Nicholas massaged his muscles, muttering a goodbye, and left Angelina and Nathaniel inside the dark room. Angelina looked at the man on the bed, groaning, wanting to remove his cloth. She smiled, removing his shoes and socks. Her hands were trembling when she was unbuttoning his shirt. The room's temperature dropped, making her sweat and feel the heat.
She gulped, closing her eyes, her breathing getting heavy as she worked on unbuckling his belt. Her hand was caught in the air, making her breathing hitch as Nathaniel smiled at her.
"My beautiful wifey," he articulated, pulling her closer. "Is this dream or reality?" he asked no one in particular, his brows knitted in confusion as he caressed her cheek lovely.
They stared at each other. Angelina's eyes widened as her chest pounded furiously while Nathaniel's eyes were dropped under the influence. Their breathing fanning against each other, their mouth hovering above each other before she took a step and pushed her lips to his.
Fireworks exploded in Angelina's body as Nathaniel kissed her slowly while drawing small circles on her back. The gentle kiss went fervent, shocking Angelina while she followed his pace. Then immediately, he changed position, making Angelina under him as he was grinding his brief on her urgently.
Angelina started panicking. Where was this going?
Before she knew it, the gown she put effort into was torn, exploding her D-cup boobs to his hungry eyes. He latched his mouth on her breast, which made her moan. She didn't understand what she was feeling. This was foreign to her - a new world and experience.
He continued to suck her nipple, slipping his hand into her panties as her eyes widened. She pushed him away, and it was going fast and getting out of her hand. Her chest was heaving from the marathon kiss. Nathaniel quickly discarded his boxer, leaving him stark naked as he was born while Angelina covered her eyes rapidly. Though she saw it when he jerked off on her, looking at it through her fingers made her gulp.
"You are beautiful," he groaned, putting his weight on his arm as he hovered on her, placing his head at the jugular, nibbling on her neck gently. While his cock, ground on her wet stained panties.
"I'm not ready," Angelina let out, trembling.
"You'll like it," he stated, playing with the band of her panties before he slipped a finger in and he noticed her tensed.
"Fuck!" he cussed out, "You are racing a fountain already," Angelina blushed at his deep throaty voice.
"I… I," she struggled to defend the natural phenomenon but was short of words.
"I'll just touch, that's all," he mumbled, "lemme in, Angel," he whispered, removing her panties gently. After removing it, he brought it to his nose, inhaling it. He tore it, then used it to bind her hands and put it above her head.
"What are you doing?" she asked fearfully. The bind was tight, and she couldn't move her hand.
"I don't know," he answered, holding her legs up. He lowered his head, kissing her forcefully, before holding her jaw, making her mouth open.
He held her head, slapping her face with his ****. Tears fell from her face before putting his **** in her mouth, making her choke.
"Bite it and die," he threatened her, pulling and pushing her head to his ****, making it difficult for her to breathe as tears brimmed down her face as saliva.
Nathaniel closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure, like the warmth of her mouth and how her teeth grazed his skin.
"You are beautiful with my **** in your mouth," he grinned, using one hand to bob her head as his other hand played with her squishy breast. When he saw her eyes rolling back due to lack of oxygen, he stopped, kissing her while breathing air in her mouth.
He raised her legs, his eyes glued at her wet folder, his **** throbbing at her glistened *****Angelina thrashed, her body tensed as tears escaped her eyes.
Nathaniel bent, his **** touching her *****, making her shiver as he took her mouth in his, swallowing her scream as he rammed through her.
"It hurt!" Angelina cried while he groaned, kissing the tears on her face.
"Relax your body," he instructed, caressing her face gently as he slowed his pace for her to meet up. "don't clench your ass muscles around my ****" he smacked her butt, "You wanna break it off."
Angelina moaned with a tear-stained face as Nathaniel continued to thrust into her. When he entered her earlier, it felt like her inside would turn into two. Nothing had ever passed through her inside; Nathaniel was the first. She tried to relax, but every time he jammed through her, her legs quivered.
"Do you want me to stop?" he inquired, slowing his pace and teasing her. She moaned, shaking her head.
"I want words, and if you don't say, I won't know."
"I want you to continue," she mumbled shyly, biting her lips.
"Damn!" he growled, which sent a vibration through her, pounding her **** continuously.
Angelina felt her stomach clenched as her raised legs curled in pleasure, moaning at every hit on her stomach. Her eyes rolled in the intensity of the pleasure, cumming vigor. Nathaniel smirked, releasing after her, yet didn't stop thrusting through his release.
He saw her going limp but smirking, huddled her, making her on top of him. He smiled, looking at her puffy face, then moved his hip.
"Anng," her eyes widened in shock.
"Do you think once can satisfy my craving?"
The sound of groans, moans, and skin slapping filled the room.
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NB : NON-CONSENSUAL BEHAVIOR IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE AUTHOR. JUST FOR WRITING SAKE.
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